Chapter 220: Hunting Giants and the Rescued Princess

Facing Geralt's dominance, although King Brauwell hesitated, he did not refuse. After all, favors are things that can be big or small. For old foxes like them, when they encounter things they really cannot agree to, they will definitely use various excuses to push them away.

Not only that, to ensure his daughter's safety, Geralt, who had a mysterious background, was just an insurance policy.

As a king, Brauwell soon ordered his subordinates to form a rescue team, composed of soldiers who were best at climbing among the royal guards. Each of them was a brave warrior willing to sacrifice his life for the princess.

And just like in the original work, after hearing the information about the giant race described by Geralt, Count Roderick, the villain, subconsciously touched Eric's magic crown hidden in his waist bag, feeling ecstatic in his heart.

He immediately hypocritically requested the king loudly, requesting to join the rescue team to save his fiancée.

He was originally the princess's husband chosen by King Brauwell. Such a noble act was naturally not refused. And the male protagonist of the movie, the poor boy Jack who discovered that his magic beans were lost, also requested to join the rescue team to save the princess for the sake of his adventure dream and the distant idea of saving the princess.

And just when these ordinary people were working hard for their respective dreams, our Master Geralt had already driven the Magic Flying Carpet and flown to an altitude of about one thousand meters from the ground.

It is a pity that, just as he expected, when the Magic Flying Carpet flew to a certain altitude, no matter how Geralt controlled it, it could not continue to fly upward. Forced control would instead affect its flight stability, and perhaps even cause the flight spell to fail, causing unnecessary danger.

There was no other way. Geralt could only choose to stop at the position of the magic vine and then, like the rescue team below, use his climbing skills to climb upward along the magic vine.

However, a witcher is not an ordinary person. Master Geralt's physical fitness is more than five times that of an ordinary soldier, coupled with his technical and physical bonuses. Unlike the rescue team in the movie that needed two days to reach the top of the magic vine and board the giant territory.

He only spent three shichen climbing about eight thousand meters, climbing to the giant territory, Gantua.

And such a height had already passed through the cumulonimbus cloud layer of this world and reached the altitude of the troposphere. So, contrary to what many people imagined, the entire giant continent floating in the sky was a scene of sunny weather.

At the top of the magic vine, in the dilapidated wooden house brought to the giant territory by the vine, Princess Isabelle had already left, and the wooden house was empty.

Seeing this scene, Geralt couldn't help but sigh. What a restless princess; running away from home and escaping marriage were common occurrences. But it must be said that this princess was still a courageous girl.

Of course, it might also be because she was hungry, because according to the time, this princess had probably not eaten for a day.

As an excellent witcher, Geralt's reconnaissance ability was still very strong. It might not be as good as Geralt of Rivia's, but he soon found the route she left based on the footprints on the ground and the clues left by the princess.

Although rescuing the princess was just something he would do in passing, the reward for a master-level task was still very fragrant.

The magic vines connect to a drainage channel shaped like a skull, located at the very edge of the Giant Continent. Looking at this masterful sculpture, Wayne suspects that a higher level of power may have existed in this world in the past, and perhaps the God or angels from the stories exist as well.

But it might be because magic faded and entered the age of the end of magic, making them unable to survive and leaving this place. Otherwise, like this huge continent floating in the sky and these sculptures that did not look like they were carved by humans, it would be difficult to explain.

With such thoughts in his heart, Geralt quickly chased in the direction the princess had left.

After all, this continent still had a large number of giants. Although the princess did not encounter any danger in the movie, it was hard to say in reality.

Geralt's speed was very fast. Following the traces left by the princess, he crossed a plain, followed the canyon, and entered the forest.

About an hour later, he saw from afar a girl wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, stepping on long leather boots, with a slender figure and a beautiful chestnut long hair, running in a panic.

And behind this girl, a giant humanoid creature with iron armor on its chest, rough skin, and a height of about eight meters, with fluffy hair, was chasing her unhurriedly.

This Princess Isabelle was clearly frightened, crying for help while running, while the giant behind her had a playful smile on its face, clearly quite enjoying the fun of chasing humans like this.

Seeing this situation, Geralt's right hand flashed over the space bracelet, and a huge bow and arrow more than a meter long appeared in his right hand. The entire bow and arrow was made of a mixture of metal and special wood materials, looking both gorgeous and domineering. It was the Dragon-Slaying Bow given to him by the female elf Toruviel, carefully crafted by a Grandmaster-level elven bow-making craftsman.

After gripping the Dragon-Slaying Bow tightly, Geralt took out another huge black arrow made entirely of steel, about a meter long, from the space bracelet.

He took a light breath, aimed at the giant running about two hundred meters away, drew the bow and shot the arrow in one go.

The huge Dragon-Slaying Bow was pulled into a full moon. Accompanied by a loud bang, the metal arrow he shot turned into a stream of light, instantly flying across a distance of more than two hundred meters, shooting through the back of the neck of the running giant with precision.

It was as if a hole had been poked in a water bag filled with water. The running giant let out a wail, and a large amount of blood sprayed out from the wound torn open by the arrow.

This giant, whose name was unknown, covered his throat with both hands, looked toward Geralt's direction with some disbelief, and due to the inertia of running, after stumbling a few steps, he fell heavily to the ground, could only open his eyes wide, lie on the ground, and struggle in his death throes.

And the princess who was running away, after hearing the sound of the giant falling behind her, also subconsciously looked behind her. When she saw the giant whose throat had been pierced by the huge bow and arrow behind her, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a surprised cry.

Soon, following the direction behind the giant, the princess saw the witcher who had boarded the Magic Flying Carpet, holding the huge and gorgeous Dragon-Slaying Bow, wearing armor, looking handsome, and flying toward her.

Regardless of how surprised the princess was, after Geralt arrived at her side, he nodded slightly to the princess and said in a calm voice:

"Princess Isabelle, my name is Geralt. I was entrusted by your father to come and rescue you."

"Next, you will act with me. I will protect your safety."

After speaking, Geralt looked back at the giant who had completely died, and then stretched out his hand toward Princess Isabelle, signaling her to board the Magic Flying Carpet.

The princess hesitated for a few seconds, also looked at the giant with a terrifying death, and then reached out to hold Geralt, and with his help, stood on the Magic Flying Carpet.

Compared to the dangerous environment around her, she clearly trusted this human more, who looked handsome and had special abilities. After climbing onto the Magic Flying Carpet, Isabelle stood behind Geralt under his instruction. When the Magic Flying Carpet slowly rose and moved away from the ground, the princess had already subconsciously hugged Geralt's waist, her voice carrying some excitement and also some timidity as she asked:

"Mr. Geralt, are we flying back to the ground now?"

Geralt did not answer, put away the Dragon-Slaying Bow in his hand, then controlled the Magic Flying Carpet to fly to the giant's corpse, patted the black money bag at his waist, and the Wealth Elf Vivian immediately flew out of the money bag with silver-bell-like laughter.

She first circled around Geralt and Princess Isabelle, then landed on Geralt's outstretched palm, stretched, revealing her white and slender waist under her shirt, and then laughed and shouted: "Master Geralt, summoning Vivian, what are your orders?"

Geralt did not pay attention to the curious gaze full of sparkle from Princess Isabelle behind him, stretched out his finger and pointed at the giant corpse below, and asked in a calm voice: "How much is this thing below worth?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian also looked at Princess Isabelle behind Geralt with some curiosity, but the little thing was not a busybody.

She immediately flapped the wings behind her, flew to the giant's corpse below, not caring at all that it was a corpse, looked at it left and right as if examining a piece of cargo, and even waved her arms, releasing a spell similar to identification, and then quickly flew back to Geralt's palm, pouting and saying: "Master Geralt, this is just a very ordinary humanoid creature corpse. There is almost no magic in its body, its soul is also very weak, and its body has no nutrition at all. It can only be sold for the price of a wild boar, about five orens!"

"However, the iron armor on his body, although the quality is quite terrible, the weight is not bad. It can be sold as iron metal. I estimated it, it's about half a ton, and can sell for eighty orens."

The little thing was still very thoughtful. She knew very well that Geralt had always used orens, so every time she helped him sell trash, she would convert it into orens, making it convenient for Geralt to accurately understand the value of the thing.

Geralt nodded faintly. Forty-five orens, that's okay. The loot acquisition center gives half price. Anyway, it's all selling trash, and he didn't have the energy to pull it to the market to sell. He didn't have such a large storage space, and it was easy to be squeezed by unscrupulous merchants.

Moreover, the giants of this world could not be compared with the giants of the Wizard World at all.

In the Wizard World, the materials of a whole giant, because they contain chaos magic in their bodies, could sell for ten times more. If he could find mutagenic substances in their bodies, this price could double again.

"That's it, Vivian, sold to you. Take it away quickly, it looks quite an eyesore."

Vivian giggled, quickly flew to the giant, chanted a spell, and waved her hands in the air a few times.

I don't know how she operated, but the giant's body was immediately wrapped in a layer of magic fluorescence, and within a few seconds, it disappeared without a trace, leaving only Geralt's steel arrow, which had been twisted by the fall, still on the ground.

Seeing such a magical scene, Princess Isabelle, who was standing behind Geralt, really couldn't help it. Everything she had seen in the past two days had subverted her cognition for more than ten years, making this princess, who was originally full of curiosity, feel both scared and worried in her heart, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel curious and excited.

She tilted her head, stretched her little head out from behind the tall Geralt, pointed at the cute-looking Vivian, and asked: "Mr. Geralt, who is this cute, um, cute little girl? Could it be the little elves in those stories?"

Geralt looked at Princess Isabelle, whose eyes were shining with curiosity, and said in a calm expression: "Almost, but she is not a little elf, but a Wealth Elf, my assistant."

At this time, Vivian also finished her work. She flew in front of Princess Isabelle, showed a quite infectious flattering smile, and said to Princess Isabelle with a laugh: "Yes, miss, I am Master Geralt's most loyal servant Vivian. Vivian loves Master Geralt the most."

Listening to the little thing's words full of flattery, Geralt knew that what the little thing loved most was not him, but the tips he gave. He couldn't stand it and patted the black money bag at his waist, helplessly saying to this shrewd little thing: "Come back, Vivian, don't act cute. There will be a big job soon. At that time, I will definitely give you a big reward."

Upon hearing this, Vivian immediately flew to Geralt's head excitedly, kissed him hard on the face, and then flew back into the black money bag with a full face of smiles. Before going in, she did not forget to flatter:

"Master Geralt, please feel free to order me if you have anything. Vivian loves you the most."

After Vivian returned to the money bag, Geralt was about to take off when he suddenly heard a gurgling sound from Princess Isabelle's stomach behind him. He looked back at the princess. The princess was also quite embarrassed, her face blushing, covering her stomach, lowering her head, not daring to look at Geralt's eyes.

As a princess of a kingdom, Isabelle had never been hungry, so of course, she had no resistance to hunger, so she felt a bit ashamed of her performance.

Geralt felt it was interesting, but he did not show it on his face. When dealing with strangers, he preferred to be a poker face, so that others could not see his inner thoughts from his expression.

Reaching out and taking a bread covered with cream and honey from the space bracelet, Geralt handed it to Princess Isabelle. This was his special creation, a dessert used to win the favor of girls. With his cooking skills, no girl could refuse it.

And Isabelle, this princess, was of course no exception. Even, it could be said that the girl who had been ravaged by British cuisine since childhood was captured by it just by smelling the fragrance of this bread. She immediately picked up the bread and ate it in small bites with a happy expression.

After she finished eating with full concentration and lingering aftertaste, she realized that Geralt in front of her was silently looking at her.

Isabelle shyly avoided Geralt's gaze, but when Geralt took out the second cream bread, the princess still couldn't help but take it, unable to refuse the temptation of this delicacy.

After the meal, Geralt did not return to the ground. Rescuing the princess was just an act in passing. His purpose for this trip was to conquer the giant race for his own use.

Although Eric's magic crown had not yet been obtained, it did not prevent him from passing his terror to the giants living here.

Geralt felt that relying solely on a magic crown might be able to temporarily control the behavior of the giant race, but it was impossible to conquer these alien races who looked down on humans from the bottom of their hearts. After all, almost all creatures are the same: they fear power but do not fear virtue.

Fear and irresistible power are the foundation of rule.

To completely control this group of giants, he must make them fear him from the bottom of their hearts and understand the consequences of not obeying management and not listening to orders.

Thus, a unique hunting operation began on this continent called the giant territory, Gantua.

With the Magic Flying Carpet and the Dragon-Slaying Bow, Geralt completely turned into a killer flying in the sky. With exquisite archery, combined with flexible aerial actions, he began to hunt all the giants within his line of sight.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 221 =====